when the calendar . disagrees with the forecast . believe the forecast
a pinwheel will spin . only if it is facing . into a stiff wind
every april there’s a winter storm; we know feels worse than it is
to walk with respect . is to share the path we’re on . without changing it
the migrating goose . returns to a frozen lake; . remembers water
every raindrop . lands but once, delivering . on its promises
in a wet spring snow . tracks are made; but within hours . will cease to exist
morning light capturedsplits into its full spectrum a rainbow hello
it’s okay to wait; . one cannot float a sailboat . on a frozen lake
a light in the dark is a point to focus on amidst the unknown
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